Spanish Ladies

Farewell and adieu, to you Spanish ladies

Farewell and adieu, to you ladies of Spain

For we received orders

For to sail for Old England

But we hope, very soon, we shall see you again

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors

We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas

Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England

From Ushant to Scilly is 35 leagues

We hove our ship to, with the wind at Southwest boys

We hove our ship to, our soundings to see

We rounded and sounded got 45 fathoms

We squared our main yard and up channel steered we

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors

We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas

Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England

From Ushant to Scilly is 35 leagues

The next land we made was called "The Deadman"

Next ram heads off Plymouth, off Portland and Wight

We sailed by Beachy, by Fairlee and Dungeness

'Till we came abreast of the south foreland light

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors

We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas

Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England

From Ushant to Scilly is 35 leagues

Then the signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor

All in the Downs that night for to lie

Then it's stand by your stoppers, steer clear your shank-painters

Haul up your clew garnets, let tacks and sheet fly

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors

We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas

Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England

From Ushant to Scilly is 35 leagues

So let every man toss off a full bumper

And let every man drink off a full glass

We'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy

Singing, here's a good health to each true-hearted lass

We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors

We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas

Until we strike soundings in the channel of Old England

From Ushant to Scilly is 35 leagues